A Sample of Serenades

“So,” Adagio began, staring across the table at the uncannily pale, trembling man, “what will it be?”

Anon swallowed hard, his mouth feeling drier than the Gobi desert, as he considered his options. He’d been shacking up with the sirens for well over a month, finding it increasingly difficult to find a reason to go home, yet things had finally come to a head. Despite all the casual nudity, passionate nights with the towering, aquatic amazonesses, and the hospitality he’d been shown, they’d delivered an ultimatum - make things official or depart.

While he didn’t mind courting any of the sirens, he hadn’t been prepared for their somewhat unorthodox approach. As suggested by Adagio, the self-appointed matriarch of the sinful den of nautical nymphs, he should take them each out on an honest to goodness date. While it would be easy enough to take them out, since they lived within walking distance of a decently sized city, he’d been reluctant to fully commit himself to any of them. It was one thing to get or give a friendly blowjob, but there was something about the inclusion of some genuine romance that set his nerves on edge.

Speaking frankly, each of the sirens had their charm. Sonata was playful and carefree, Aria was hot tempered and passionate, and Adagio was haughty and domineering - all told, he liked them all equally for their uniqueness. The real problem wasn’t going out with one of them - it was his fear that he’d eventually have to choose one of them to be exclusive with. If he’d had his way, he would be in a polyamorous relationship with all three - sadly, given how hard they were pressing him for personal time, he was left feeling like it was some sort of competition.

“Well?!” Aria blared, slamming her fist against the table and shaking him from his thoughts. “Are you gonna pack your shit up or get off your plump little ass and sweep us off our feet?”

Nodding eagerly, Sonata agreed with her friends. “Honestly, I’m totally hoping you don’t leave, but I have been wanting you to bring me somewhere! I know this perfect little taco truck that -”

“Sonata,” Adagio groaned, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, “you’re not helping. Anon, I’ll give you to the count of five to make up your mind. I think it’s fair to say that we’ve been more than welcoming, but you need to choose whether you’re going to stay or go. One…Two…Three…”

His mind raced and his palms started to sweat, realizing he had less time than he thought to consider his options. Truth be told, his time with the trio had been amazing, the stuff of wet dreams, and he didn’t want to go home - that said, he didn’t want to upset the dynamic they’d developed together. Steepling his fingers and sitting back in his seat, doing his darnedest to look stern and contemplative, he stared over at the three giantesses.

“I’ll take each of you out on two conditions,” he flatly noted, praying they didn’t notice the cold bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

A sly grin split Adagio’s face, as she sat back and quirked a brow. “Rather bold to ask for conditions, considering you’ve been living under our roof for the better part of two months.”

“Oh oh!” Sonata chirped, excitedly waving her hand as though she were in a classroom. “If you want, I’ll give you extra cuddles if you stay!”

“You’ll leave with a damn sore ass if you don’t get to the point,” Aria growled. “Yeah, I’m saying what you think I’m saying - no lube, no pillow for you to bite on…”

The woman’s threat wasn’t an idle one. Though all three of his hosts were packing some exceptionally large heat, Aria was easily the most tyrannical of the trio. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be walking funny after spending a night in her company, having a tender tush or raw throat from her particularly ruthless variety of affection - not that he was going to complain about it.

Lifting a finger, pushing her warning to the back of his mind, he cleared his throat. “First of all, you girls get to choose where I take you - just don’t pick anywhere too expensive because I’m pretty sure my bank account is about empty by now. Secondly…” he trailed off, taking a moment to compose himself. “Secondly, don’t act like you actually want me gone. It’s not like any of you haven’t gone blue-balled since you fished me out of that lake, so please don’t - Ack!?!?”

Launching across the table and grabbing him by the collar, the hot-tempered, mulberry songstress effortlessly pulled him from his seat. “Don’t start acting like you’re hot shit! Sonata and ‘Dagi might give you a good time, but I’m the one who has you bleating like a bitch in bed!”

Clutching her companion’s arm, Sonata fruitlessly tried to free the man. “Nuh-uh! He likes it when I park my tush on his face!”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it!” Aria snarled, glaring at her friend. “He might act like he enjoys being suffocated by that fat ass of yours, or when Adagio is acting all lovey-dovey, but I know he secretly loves when I bend him over and breed him ~ isn’t that right?”

With her baleful gaze turned upon him, his gently used pucker winked while his heart skipped a beat. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have fun with the trio between the sheets - mostly because of their wildly differing approaches to amorous affairs. There hadn’t been a single intimate moment with them, any of them, when he hadn’t walked out of the room with drained balls and wobbly legs - nevertheless, if he was eventually going to have to settle for only one of them, he couldn’t just rely on their carnal techniques.

“Girls…” Adagio quietly stated, bringing the tumultuous argument to an abrupt end. “I think his little proposal is fair. Anon, you win - give us each a day to dwell on our impending evenings, then we’ll see how things play out from there. Regarding who gets to be the first one with you, we’ll let fate decide.”

Releasing the man as quickly as she’d snatched him from his chair, Aria petulantly crossed her arms beneath her rack. “I ain’t playing any of those stupid board games with you two, you both cheat.”

Peering up at the ceiling, Sonata thoughtfully tapped her chin. “Why can’t we let him choose?”

“Because that may show some bias,” Adagio replied, smirking over at the man, “and we can’t have that. Sonata, go grab that deck of cards from the living room.”

The turquoise behemoth pushed herself and scampered out of the dining room, only to reappear moments later and set the stack of cards on the table. “Here you go!”

Ensuring everyone could see she wasn’t meddling with the cards, Adagio shuffled the cards and slid them over to her guest. “Cut the deck.”

Anon did as instructed, dividing the stack into three piles before setting them atop one another in a random order. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the plan was, but that hardly made him feel better about what was going to happen. One way or another, regardless of who won, the end result would be the same - he was effectively being gambled over with a game of chance.

As he slid the deck to the center of the table, each of the three sirens reached out and took a card. Seconds after looking at what they’d drawn, Aria bolted up from her chair and stormed away, leaving a three of hearts to flutter to the wooden surface where she’d sat, while Sonata giggled triumphantly and held up an ace of diamonds. Adagio merely smiled and calmly placed a two of clubs before herself, apparently unconcerned with her lack of luck.

“Guess that means Sonata goes first,” Anon sighed, a part of him relieved to have one of the more temporally tempered sirens as his opening date.

Nonchalantly pushing herself up, Adagio strutted away and offered a small wave. “That’s correct, with Aria being second and myself being third. Don’t worry, I’m sure the girls won’t do anything unscrupulous before their little outings.”

Sonata quickly followed her companions, standing and walking past the seated man to return to her room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, cutie!”

Left with little more than his thoughts, Anon buried his face in his hands. He really had no desire to leave the comfy little home and the trio of well-hung she-studs - then again, he couldn’t see how resigning himself to just one of them could have a beneficial outcome. The last thing he wanted was to cause any sort of a fight between the sirens, seeing as how they acted like sisters, yet that was an all too real possibility. It was almost comical to think the three were best friends, given how different they were from one another.

Aria was by far the most hot-blooded of the group, domineering and short-tempered as heck, yet she wasn’t without her charms. Though she tended to be on the rougher side with him, treating him more like a sex-toy than a person, he’d never been too abused by her. No matter how many times she jammed his head into a pillow while plowing him, she’d always taken care not to hurt him - only pushing him to and not beyond what he could endure.

In contrast to her fiery friend, Sonata was cheerful as all get-out. Preferring to be on the receiving end of things, she’d almost always end up under or on top of him - milking his length with her pouting lips or exquisitely soft ass. On his evenings in her company, it was rare that he didn’t drift off to sleep while snuggling against her large, pillowy tits, yet it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Unless she allowed him to escape, there was no getting away from the doting amazoness.

Adagio, being last but far from least, was a curious combination of burning passion and guile. She was just as prone to plow him as she was to screwing or being screwed by him, reveling in everything he had to offer - still, the most interesting thing about her was that she’d shown him her true form. While all of the sirens had a monstrous, sea-serpent like figure, only the golden giantess had revealed what she really looked like.

The thought of her enormous, scaled figure sent a thrilled shiver up his spine. Bedding one of the oversized women was a feat in and of itself, only possible through the use of a potion which temporarily made his body nigh indestructible and remarkably pliable, but becoming intimate with an all but literal leviathan was in a league all its own. Musing on if he’d ever get to encounter Aria or Sonata in their natural state, he got to his feet and strolled back to his room.

Darned if he knew where he’d end up going with his impending dates, but he had preparations to make. First and foremost, before he could do anything, he needed to do some laundry. While he may not have had an expansive wardrobe, consisting of garments his hosts had procured for him, selecting and washing a few choice outfits would be prudent - after that, then he could stew on what awaited him.

While he liked to think he knew the sirens relatively well, having spent hours chatting with each of them, he had no way of knowing where they’d be bringing him on their prospective dates. His best guess, if he were to make one, was that Sonata would bring him somewhere fun, Aria probably wanted to go someplace that didn’t require formalwear, and Adagio was more than likely hoping for something conventionally romantic - on the other hand, those were only his assumptions. Like it or not, the next few days were going to decide what he was going to do with himself for a long, long time…